Saying that Kristen remembered the events leading up to, and following her discovering of Alaric's stash would be lying. When Kristen woke up, she had no memory of what had happened, or why she had been sleeping. Kristen wearily opened her eyes, looking up at the night sky. Starry, slightly cloudy, and with the moon slowly arcing down towards the earth. She reached up to rub her eyes with her normal arm, trying to figure out through the daze that had infiltrated her head who had put a illusion of the night-approaching-dawn sky above her, and why her bed was so itchy.
Kristen went rigid upon feeling the wind slightly graze her cheek. She wasn't in her and Tali's room. She was outside. In nature. In the middle of the night. Kristen immediately got up, being sure to resist the urge to scratch the skin that the grass had touched. Looking at herself, Kristen resisted the urge to flip out. Her socks and shoes were completely gone. She also dislike how her clothes seemed to have a good deal of some sort of animal hair about, and was incredibly dirty for whatever reason. Correcting her appearance to the best of her ability, she looked about. She had no clue of where she was. Well, she knew she was in the middle of a grassy field. From what she could see, there was a small hill not too far from where she was, and a small, now dried-up stream had cut through the field, ending in what was no a small ditch. From what Kristen could see from ten yards away, it looked like it might just be a sandy pit. A road was about twenty to fifty feet yards from her, illuminated by a single streetlamp, and there was no cars moving atop it.
She was alone.
Kristen restrained the urge to panic. She started listing facts off in her head, trying to remain calm.
Alright, A. I'm in the middle of ###### nowhere. B. I have no cell phone. C. There is no towns or anything in sight. Just grass. Then a road. And beyond that, trees. D. I have no idea why it feels like someone just beat me, hit my head several times, and why I woke up looking like I had decided to jump in a puddle of mud.
Focus, She thought, checking her mind for anything out of the norm. Oh right, the giant gap from telling Dallas that she was going to guard the stash, to now.
Guard the stash... Didn't I say I'd help myself to a bottle or two..?
Kristen quickly and unhesitatingly placed a hand on her face. She'd gotten drunk, and she probably then somehow had figured out how to re-activate her absorbing power, which would explain her appearance, then decided to go on a walk before collapsing. How pleasant. Just what she needed following all that had happened to her over the past day. Sighing, Kristen started to get walking. First to that dried-up-stream. It was between her and the road, and it might as well serve as the first stop in her long walk home.
After all, journey of a thousand miles began with a single step.
...That wasn't funny. Why the ###### did I think that?